Be-All, End-All

Okay really. My trough of Pasadena and Playhouse District-related posts runs deep, but I just want to get one thing off of my broad, powerfully muscled chest: Sarah/America (is the distinction even necessary?) really, it is time to Wake Up and Live Your Dreams.

From last night: "Nuclear weaponry of course would be the be-all, end-all of just too many people on too many parts of our planet."

That cuts straight to the heart of my crippling, latent anxiety born of 1980s-Cold War-The-Day-After fueled certainty of Imminent Doom. Believe It or Don't, my demographic cohorts had to parse the possibility we might be evaporsploded at any moment, with a only a millisecond of bright white light presaging the moment.

BUT seriously, I had no idea she's an Anthrax fan. It warms my cold, metallic heart.

ANTHRAX - BE ALL, END ALL

Always talking, always faking
Ignorance is so frustrating
Always taking, always faking
Ignorance is,
No way, no way, no way, no way out !

In your face they see it
In their face you...
Take it...
Make up their minds
Aggression turns the screws
Fight!

Stand up, you know what it means
Wake up, time to live your dreams.

Rock it.